Reasons to Visit Cleveland (SPN/BtVS)
Title: Reasons to Visit Cleveland
Author: Noturbaby
Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warnings: none
Summary: Bobby sent the boys to Cleveland to retrieve something, but they come across a Slayer instead.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. This is for fun not for profit.
Post series for Buffy
Buffy turned to Dean, “Xander and Keisha left, and, uh, Xander was our ride.”
Dean smiled and leaned close to her, “So, now you need a ride home.”
Buffy just grinned, and tried to shrug coyly.
“Good,” Faith said with a grin. “I wasn’t ready for this night to be over, and now I get to check out this famous car.” She led the way to the door.
Dean looked at Sam who shrugged then hurriedly went to catch up to Faith.
Dean made to follow his brother but Buffy’s hand on his arm stopped him. “We weren’t done here.” Dean raised a brow to question her. “About what I owe you for the dart game…” Buffy put her hand on the back of his neck and pressed her lips against Dean’s for a moment before they deepened the kiss.
When they broke it off, Dean smirked, “I don’t remember establishing what the stakes were exactly, but, you’re making me wish they had been higher,” earning him a smile from Buffy. He kept an arm around her as they walked out to the car.
“Alright, ladies, where to?” Dean asked as he directed the Impala out of the lot. Buffy rattled off some directions and tried to calm down. What was she doing taking this guy home? Faith did that sort of thing, not me, Buffy thought.
“I don’t know about you, Buffy, but I could go for some slayage,” Faith stretched, cracked her neck, and let her legs rest on Sam’s lap.
“Slayage?” Sam asked as he rubbed her legs from ankle to upper thigh.
“Yeah, back in the day, me and Buffy, would burn off some, uh, energy, slaying shit in Sunnydale.”
Sam sat straight up in the seat. Dean nearly hit the brakes but he tried to play it cool, “Sunnydale?”
“You mean the crater?” Sam’s voice suddenly cracking.
Buffy was about to explain when Faith continued, “Oh, ya heard about that? Yeah, Buffy really kicked some major ass.”
Dean looked at Buffy a second before composing himself again, “You? You did that?”
Buffy looked at Faith, waiting for her to interrupt before she answered. “Well, I had help. Faith did her part.”
Sam and Dean exchanged looks in the rearview mirror. “So, you’re saying you’re not just slayers, you’re THE Slayer?” Dean glanced at Buffy. “YOU turned Sunnydale into a crater?”
“Yep,” Buffy and Faith answered in unison. “But,” Buffy began only to get interrupted again.
“Well, Buffy was the Slayer, then I got called up and the next thing you know we’re kicking demon ass and.,” Faith noticed Sam’s pallor. “Sam, you okay?” Faith took her legs off his lap, sat up, and put her hand to his cheek.
Dean quickly looked at his brother in the rearview mirror. “Dude, you better not hurl in the car!”
Sam met Faith’s eyes and took her hand off his face. “I’m not gonna hurl, Dean.” He sighed. “I just,” he ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath, “it’s just a lot to, uh, you know, process.”
Dean coughed a laugh, “Process, right.” He shook his head. “Slayers made him nervous before, now, you two,” he pointed from Buffy to Faith and back, “you guys are the reason he was nervous.” He went on ignoring Sam’s glare. “You guys turned a city into a crater?!”
“Whoa, it was a hell mouth.” Faith ire was rising. “The First was trying to end the world as we know it.”
Buffy interrupted before Faith could get too angry. “Guys, the town was empty of civilians. We closed the hell mouth. We made all right with the world.” She said with a nod of her head.
Dean slid his eyes over to her again and reached for her hand. “Hear that Sammy? They weren’t trying to end world. They saved it. ” He checked the rearview mirror again, slightly amused that Faith was no longer draped over his brother.
Sam met his brother’s eyes in the mirror. “I didn’t say they tried to destroy the world, just that they destroyed a city.” He looked at Faith whose eyebrow was raised skeptically. “I just,” he attempted to take her hand, but she pulled away. “I can’t believe you guys are the actual Sunnydale Slayers,” Sam said quietly. “I thought you guys would be, uh..”
Trying to stop his brother from putting his foot in his mouth again, Dean added, “He didn’t think you guys’d be so beautiful, ya know. He thought you’d be all ugly and scarred.” He winked and lifted Buffy’s hand to his lips. Dean snickered, “Sunnydale Slayers, what are they like some sort of little league team?”
Faith turned to Sam, “Is that what you’re trying to say?” Sam slowly nodded and Faith grinned. “It better be, Sammy.” She leaned over to him and kissed him. She ran her fingers through his hair. “Buffy,” Faith called from mid-kiss, “I really feel the need to slay something.”
Sam let out an “Eep.” As Faith’s tongue teased his.
Dean started to laugh. “Faith,” Buffy complained.
Faith turned around to face the front. “Buffy, Sammy doesn’t want me to hurt him. And I’m sure Dean wouldn’t mind a short detour, would you, sport?”
Dean caught Faith’s eye in the rear view mirror, “I know better than to argue with a drunken slayer.” Dean grinned.
Buffy rolled her eyes, but thought that maybe Dean had a point. “All right, I’ll make a call.” She pulled out her phone and dialed. “Andrew, where are the girls tonight?” She listened for a beat. “Andrew, call them off. Faith wants to work.” Another pause, “Yeah, that’s right.” She disconnected and looked at Dean. “Make the next left.”
Dean caught Buffy’s eye and whispered, “She wouldn’t really hurt him, right?”
Buffy shrugged, but smiled. Then Faith answered from the backseat. “Don’t worry, Deano. Sammy’s in good hands.”
Sam uttered another soft, “Eep.” and Dean chuckled.
Minutes later, Dean was easing the Impala down the winding cemetery drive. “This is good.” Buffy directed and Dean stopped. Buffy turned in the seat catching Faith before she crawled through the door. “According to Andrew, there should be five. You good?”
Faith grinned, “Five by five!” and leapt from the car.
Dean looked concerned. “Five, five what?”
“Vamps.” Buffy said without apprehension.
Sam bolted upright in his seat. “Vampires?! Five Vampires? We gotta help her.” He was out of the car before Buffy could utter a word.
“Shit,” Dean muttered following his brother.
“Dean, keep Sam out of the way,” Buffy ordered sharply as she, too left the car.
Dean grabbed hold of his brother, “Sam, stop, they’re slayers. Let them do their job.”
Sam turned with anger in his eyes, “Dean, there’s five against one.” He attempted to shrug Dean off, but Dean held tight.
“Sam,” Buffy spoke quietly. “Faith can handle this with her eyes closed.” She pointed as Faith ran with glee towards a small group by a gravesite.
Dean squinted towards the ‘action’. Buffy crossed her arms and leaned against the car to wait. “You’re not going to help?” Dean asked.
“No,” Buffy huffed, sounding insulted. “I lost a coat and a pair of shoes last night. I am not so drunk that I’m gonna risk ruining more clothes just for funsies.”
Dean was stunned at her nonchalant attitude. “She really thinks of this as fun?”
Buffy rolled her eyes, then smirked. “Yeah, trust me. She’s fine.”
Dean had kept a grip on his brother’s jacket to keep him from running after Faith; this also served to help keep Sam upright. “Dude,” Sam slurred. “Leggo, did you see that?” Dean turned to look in the direction his brother was pointing. Sam turned to him, “That was awesome.”
Dean rolled his eyes, “Glad you like the show, Sammy. I think she’s doing it for you.” He kept one hand in the material of the back of his brother’s coat, while he faced Buffy.
Buffy snorted a laugh and looked at Dean before breaking into a teasing grin. “You don’t need another show, do you?” she asked running a hand down his chest.
Dean saw her smirk and returned one of his own. “Not one I want to see in a graveyard.” His voice lowering to just above a whisper.
Buffy smiled and pulled Dean closer. Before she could kiss him, she heard Faith’s war whoop. “B! Did ja see that!? Whoo! That was some fun.” She came running up to them and jumped into Sam, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him roughly. “Let’s go home, Sammy.”
“M’kay”
Buffy became more nervous as they approached her street. She knew where Faith was going with Sam, but she wasn’t Faith. She didn’t want Dean to leave, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a one night stand either. “This is it,” she said pointing at her small house. Dean pulled in the drive way and cut the engine.
Faith and Sam were falling all over each other on the way to the door. When Buffy pulled the screen door open to unlock the main entry door, Dean picked up the oversized brown envelope that had fallen out from between the doors.
Once inside, Faith and Sam giggled and stumbled up the stairs leaving Dean and Buffy alone. Not being ‘miss one night stand’, and not being as drunk as Sam or Faith, Buffy decided a night cap should be next. “So, uh, you want a drink or something?”
“Sure,” Dean smiled and followed her into her kitchen. “Um, what was that pow wow about back at the bar? Was that about those vampires?” He set the envelope on the counter and watched Buffy get glasses down from a high shelf, enjoying the way she had to stretch to reach them. When she turned to him, he averted his eyes to the envelope. Seeing his name on it made him pause. His fingertips tapped it absentmindedly, while he clenched his jaw. “Uh, never mind, I think I’ll pass on the drink,” he turned to Buffy. “I should really get going.”
Buffy was confused until she saw his name on the envelope and watched Dean change before her eyes. His jaw clenched, no shred of the fun Dean of the night remained. She wondered if that’s how she looked when she had to defend herself to one of the many skeptics she had dealt with in her life. “Dean, let me explain…”
He gave her a half smile, held up his hand to stop her. “Don’t have to. We researched you, you woulda done the same.” He nodded and began to walk towards the door. “I’ll swing by for Sam in the morning.” He called over his shoulder.
Buffy stopped him with a hand on his arm and a grip that was surprisingly strong. “What’s the worst thing I’ll find in there?” Dean narrowed his brows. “Really, tell me the worst.”
Dean shook his head. “Buffy, the thing is, that guy,” he pointed towards the envelope “isn’t a guy you would let take you home.” He tilted his head and gave her another tiny smile, before continuing towards the door.
Buffy sighed, it was like he had already built a wall around himself. She moved in front of him and put her hands on her hips, “Answer my question. What’s the worst thing I’ll learn about you from that folder?”
Dean paused then figured he may as well go big if he was going to go at all, “I don’t know, maybe that I’m wanted for murder.” He looked squarely into her eyes, but he didn’t hear the expected gasp.
“Hmm, yeah, I was charged twice,” Buffy responded matter of factly. “Faith was, too. What else?” She cocked her head to the side.
Dean paused, “Uh, well, the FBI thinks I had something to do with a bank robbery in Milwaukee.”
Buffy made a face and nodded, “Did you?”
He shrugged, “Not the way they think.”
“Okay, what else?” Buffy took Dean’s arm and led him back into the kitchen.
Dean wasn’t sure what to make of this, but at least she wasn’t freaking out. “There’s breaking and entering, impersonating an officer and a couple grave desecration charges.” He rattled off the list nonchalantly.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “If I was charged every time I destroyed a mausoleum, I’d spend every waking moment in court.” Dean was nearly stunned into silence, so Buffy opened the envelope and instantly began to giggle. The giggles soon turned to out right laughter.
Dean’s brows rose, “What?”
“Oh my god,” Buffy panted out between giggles. “This.” She hugged a piece of paper to her chest before turning it to hold his mug shot out to him. “What the hell is with that look on your face?” The giggles overcame her again.
Dean smiled and began to chuckle. “What? I look damn good.”
Buffy held her hand out for the picture. “Sure, you tell me about all that other stuff but leave this out?” She admired the picture again. “Yeah, this is bad.” She giggled. “That other stuff, job hazard, ya know?” She waved it off, making Dean smile. “As far as which guy I’d take home,” Buffy poured some wine into her glass and took a sip. “I knew all that other stuff before we left the bar.” Dean looked slightly stunned. “You still made the cut.” She winked at him and picked up the picture and looked Dean over. “Yeah, this is definitely the worst thing in there.” Buffy stepped very close to him so that he had to look in her eyes. “Doesn’t even remotely do you justice.” Buffy’s voice was soft. “So much better in person,” she spoke against his lips.
As her lips brushed against his, Dean snagged the photo from her hand. “I don’t know. I may have to rethink this whole night,” he said as he straightened. Keeping one arm around her, holding her to him, he held the photo up, out of her reach. “I was willing to overlook your petty crimes and even the destruction of a small town, but if you can’t appreciate blue steel…” Dean copied the expression from the mug shot.
Buffy began laughing again. “Blue Steel?”
“Yeah, it’s…”
“Oh, I appreciate it.” Buffy cut him off. “I think I’ll frame it.” She put her hands on his chest, inside his coat and kissed his neck, slowly working her way to his mouth. Dean put the photo behind him on the counter to put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her tightly against him.
The moment Dean slipped his tongue inside her mouth, Buffy wanted more. She decided there was no better time to throw caution to the wind. If she was going to have a one night stand, it was going to be with a guy that could kiss like this. A guy who could make her go weak in the knees with just a simple kiss. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, without breaking the kiss. Dean let go of her long enough to let the jacket fall. Then he put one hand to her head, threading it through her hair. The other crept slowly up her back keeping her pressed against him.
“Although I’m all for more of this,” she said breathlessly, “I have house guests, and I don’t want them interrupting us.” No sooner had she said this, when they heard a loud thud from the upstairs. Followed immediately by a groan and a peal of laughter.
Dean closed his eyes, “I swear I don’t know how we’re related.” He looked at Buffy a moment, “Yeah, I’m kinda sick of the interruptions.” He kissed her again.
Buffy pulled her cell phone from her pocket, and with a smile at Dean, shut it off.
Taking Dean’s hand, she led him to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
Buffy hit the dimmer switch on her lights. If she was going to do this, she was going to make sure she could see the body that had been making her crazy when they danced. She slowly took off Dean’s shirt, then pulled off his t-shirt. Her eyes roamed over his sculpted body and Buffy was thankful for the light.
Dean grinned and lifted the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. He was still smiling as he took her in. But, then the smile faded. He tentatively lifted a finger to her chest, to a small scar he found there. He recognized it as a gunshot wound. His finger tip traced it, and his eyes went to hers in question. Buffy, suddenly self conscious, covered herself with her arms. Dean shook his head and pulled her hands away, put his hand to her face and kissed her, to reassure her. Then he bent down to kiss the scar.
As his hands caressed her, he discovered another scar, just below her rib cage. He lowered himself to his knees and kissed that one as well.
Buffy tensed, but when Dean looked at her, she still saw desire in his eyes. His hands, nearly able to wrap around her, held her still. He continued to kiss her abdomen as he knelt in front of her. He cautiously undid the button on her jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down. With his hands on her hips, he pulled himself up to stand. He cupped her face and gently kissed her. His hands left her face for her shoulders. He slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. His lips slowly made their way down her neck, causing Buffy to sigh.
Buffy put her hands on his waist, pulling him to her. Slowly, Buffy moved backward until the back of her legs hit her bed. Then there was no more thinking, she moaned as she slipped fingers inside his waistband and used her thumbs to release the button and the zipper gave way as she ripped them open. Buffy bent back onto the bed with Dean leaning over her. His one arm supporting him over her while his other massaged her breast.
Buffy fumbled with the fastening of her own jeans, as she watched Dean remove his jeans and boxer briefs. The sight of Dean, completely naked and fully aroused made Buffy smile in anticipation. Dean returned her smile as he leisurely ran his hands from her bare feet up her jean clad legs and he gradually tugged her jeans and panties down her legs.
Only then did Dean’s eyes leave hers to look down at her beautiful body. Dean moaned, turning his head and raising her leg. His lips traveling from her ankle along the inside of her leg and continuing to kiss a trail along her thigh, tantalizingly close to her center. He traced his finger down her slit, feeling how wet and ready she was for him.
Buffy gasped and wrapped her hand around his erection slowly stroking him. Dean groaned at her efforts and returned his mouth to her breast. Sliding a finger inside her and hooking it upward in search of her g-spot. Buffy released his cock and moaned loudly, lifted her hips to buck against his finger. “Dean, want you inside me, now!”
Dean pulled her to the edge of the bed. Lifted her leg onto his shoulder and buried his length inside her in one sudden thrust. He paused, enjoying the feeling of her silken walls around him.
Her eyes fluttered open to meet Dean’s, “God, Dean you feel so good.” she told him. It was as if her voice were the starting gun. He held her hips and slowly pulled back only to thrust in harder and faster and deeper. Soon they were both moaning loudly as they neared the height of their climax. Buffy wrapped her other leg around his waist and held him tightly as he was buried fully in her. Her back arched off the bed as she orgasmed. Dean was able to thrust harder again after a moment and soon found his release.
Dean panted, collapsing on the bed next to Buffy. Buffy was working on catching her breath. She turned to Dean, admiring his features as his chest rose and fell with his breathing. “God, this was a good idea.” she exhaled.
Dean turned his head to her, and smiled. He leaned back, looked at the ceiling, and said, “We’re only getting started.”
Buffy’s only response was a raised eyebrow that Dean caught from the corner of his eye.
“Oh, yeah, slayer. We’ve got all night.” He moved more onto the bed and Buffy followed, crawling on top of him.
She bent forward to kiss him, “Lookin’ forward to demonstratin’ slayer stamina for you.”
Dean raised his head off the bed to return her kiss. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Dean’s hands roamed her shoulders and arms, her breasts and her stomach to slide around her back.
Buffy pushed up to a sitting position straddling Dean’s hips. He could feel his erection swell and marveled that Buffy could arouse him so easily and so soon.
Buffy had felt his erection grow and wiggled to encourage it. Dean smiled and
Buffy giggled and proceeded to move her hips, riding his erection. As the pleasure built for her and her movements increased in speed, he watched her face. Her beautiful eyes looking into his, open for him to see her arousal. He placed firm hands on her back and tugged her downward, until her face was mere inches from his and then he caught her bottom lip in his own. She opened her mouth to kiss him and he sat up. The movement caused him to go deeper and he caught her moan in his mouth. Buffy maintained control and continued to pump her hips. He kissed her until they both came, only then breaking away to pant their fulfillment to each other.
Dean groaned in response, “Oh man I hope I survive this night”
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The smell of coffee and the sound of laughter brought Sam into the kitchen the next day. He could barely open his eyes due to the brightness of the sun shining through the windows. “Morning,” he croaked to his brother, Buffy, and Faith. He put a hand on Faith’s shoulder then bent down to kiss her on her cheek.
“Morning? It’s practically noon,” Dean teased.
Faith purred with a grin, “Hey, Sammy, how ya feelin’?”
Sam winced, “Like something is trying to hammer it’s way out of my skull.”
Dean shook his head, however, Buffy got up and poured Sam a cup of coffee. “Here, cream and sugar?”
Sam nodded, “Both please.” He held his head in his hands. “Why don’t you feel like crap?” he asked Faith.
Faith patted his arm, “Slayer metabolism. It’s a perk of the calling.” She stood up behind him and massaged his shoulders, “That and a killer sex drive.” She winked at Dean, who laughed at Sam’s wide eyes.
A few hours later, they had to say their good-byes. Faith gently kissed Sam and walked him to the car. Dean, on the other hand, kissed Buffy until she had to hold onto the wall to support herself. Smirking at her dizzied expression, Dean asked, “So, uh, next time I’m in Cleveland, do you…”
Buffy’s smile was slow and she dragged her eyes from his mouth to his eyes. “How soon you coming back?”
“Don’t know,” Dean shrugged. “Next week?” He suggested only half teasing.
“Next week’s good.” Buffy smiled eagerly.
As they drove off, Sam leaned his head against the cool window of the Impala. Dean lightly punched his brother’s arm, “Dude, we are so coming back to Cleveland.”
the end :)